Every screening of “Beautiful Darling” that I’ve attended since it premiered at the 2010 Berlin Film Festival, I was fairly certain would be the last. I have been (happily) wrong each time.
“Well, I should definitely go, because it might be the last time I see it on the big screen,” I would think. And I would go, and I would usually be surprised at how much I enjoyed it. I started work on it five years ago. It was my first real editing job. Read more
This morning on 61st and Madison I saw a man walking his cat. The cat had a harness wrapped tightly around its midsection, which was connected to the man’s hand by a very thin leash. The cat was huddled as far into the crevice between the sidewalk and the street that it could squeeze, completely freaked out by passing people and cars.
The man stood still, surprisingly patient. He did not pull or push the cat, almost as if it was Day 1 of a longer training plan. His end goal being that the cat would someday be able to walk down the street unafraid. The idea made me chuckle. Read more
“You have to come over.”
“What’s going on?”
“I’m at my wit’s end.”
“Oh Murray, it’s snowing outside.”
“Tom, it’s an emergency.”
Tom stepped out into the snow. He pulled at his hat and scarf. What had Murray gotten himself into? He was curious and usually when folks came to see him for advice that wasn’t the case. Still, he tried to help them all just the same. Read more
The faces are tan and smiling. A beautiful beach stretches out behind them. The moon is reflected in the waves that crash against the shore. The young faces are lit by the blue green light of a pool. They are smiling, laughing. It’s New Years Day, 2011, just after midnight.
The moment is frozen in time. A group portrait.
To go from working all the time to being on vacation is a strange thing. It’s a shift that is so drastic it shakes my core and makes me feel like a completely different person. My work self and my vacation self are two sides that never meet. Read more
I don’t realize how nervous I am until after the screening at the packed, 1300-seat, Eccles Theater in Park City, UT when the anxiety fades. And it isn’t until the last frame of the film hard cuts to black and the credits roll that I know for sure it’s gone off without a hitch.
The film plays well, with laughs and gasps in all the right places. I’m at the Sundance Film Festival with a movie I edited called “Martha Marcy May Marlene” and I breathe a massive sigh of relief. Read more
“Can I get you something to drink?” A mop of dark hair in his face, white towel tucked into his waistline.
“I’ll have a Jameson on the rocks,” the girl says.
“Two,” the guy says.
The waiter nods and leaves. The room is full of couples, hints of red on most of their clothing. Bottles of wine. Two glasses. Valentines Day. Read more
JANUARY: St. Martin for New Years with Emily and friends. Stranded at the airport on the way home. Vow never to fly US Airways again. Head to Sundance with “Catfish.” Film is a hit. A film making fantasy fulfilled.
FEBRUARY: Travel to Berlin for the Berlinale with “Beautiful Darling.” Pictures by the Wall. Find my family’s old bank. “Catfish” sells to Relativity with Universal set to release in September. Read more